O' the weather is cold, the ground is hard Flurries gently falling, flying soundless Packed snow, endless amounts, in pristine yard The whistle of swirling wind, so wondrous
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Snow flurries! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Very much thank you, Edward! !
thank you..